They awoke to gentle, yet cold and harsh waves lapping at their paws. Pearly eyes stared ahead of them, watching the grey skies and white landscape. The gentle sloshing of the waves. 'Fortuna. Iterum, fluctus.`* They sighed and heaved themselves up, staggering to their paws. Weakly they shook themselves, and Scyllios examined the area around them. 'Duo annis. Deorum condemnabitur. '* They thought, sitting down. Their strange tail coiled around themselves and they sighed heavily.


// * Translation one - Fuck. Again, the waves. //
// * Translation two - Two years. Gods be damned.//